Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

Part Three

I fell asleep at some point. When I awoke, the sun was streaming into our room, I was on my right side, Wardo was pressed up against my back, and his left hand was hooked under my chest. I had started lifting weights after high school, so he was holding onto more than loose skin.

His dick was hard and pressed against my ass. He was still naked, having neglected to replace his boxers after I jerked him the night before. I was still wearing my boxers, the front of which was now crusty from my spontaneous orgasm.

Without saying a word, Wardo pressed his body hard into mine, driving his dick into my ass cheeks as hard as he could. The force of the press moved me onto my stomach. He was quickly on my back. He raised up, grabbed my boxers by the band, and tugged them down to my knees. He then moved back up, pressing his hard dick into my bare crack. He was trying to fuck me. Actually, he was trying to dry fuck me. I had been fucked before, but there was no way I could take him dry, even if I wanted to.

He realized the same thing. He moved off me, grabbed something off the sink, and hopped back on the bed. He squirted something in my ass crack (I later found out it was hair conditioner) and then used his dick to smear it around. He started to push into me again. He should have loosened me, but I'm sure he didn't know that, and I didn't tell him.

I wanted so much to open up for him. But, I had not been fucked for awhile, and I was having trouble. Wardo's size made taking him a challenge.

I didn't want him to stop trying, and he didn't. I took a deep breath, he pressed in, and I gave enough that the head of his dick slipped inside me. He pushed again, and I started to yield to him. My body was immediately covered in a cool, soft sweat. As he pushed more of himself in, I may have whimpered. I am too proud to say I did, and too honest to say I didn't.

Eddie was needy and not to be deterred. He pushed in deeper and deeper until I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. My ass was on fire, and it felt like his dick was in my chest.

I asked him to hold still while I relaxed. I took deep breaths. While I did, Eddie laid flat on my back, intertwined his hands in mine, and lowered his head to mine. "I really want this," he whispered in my ear.

I turned my face to his. "Go as slow as you can," I said.

Eddie slowly pulled out and pushed all the way back in. My chest seemed full again. But, I was also thrilled.

He did not go slow. He quickened his pace and started pushing into me harder and faster. I was helpless against him. Even if I had wanted him to stop, I could not have forced him to.

I did not want him to stop. One of my lifetime fantasies was coming true. I had spilled most of my teen seed in my own hand imagining what was happening at this moment, in this Parisian hotel room, in the bright light of a beautiful morning. But for the physical sensations overwhelming me, it would have been difficult to convince me that I was not dreaming.

Wardo started breathing faster and harder, panting in rhythm with his strokes. As he continued to pound into me, a pleasurable sensation emerged. His dick was sliding against what I would later discover was my prostate. I relaxed, turning my head toward his face so I could catch his breath.

The moment was too much for me. His smell, his sweat, and the feeling of his dick filling me overwhelmed me. I came again without touching myself, grunting as I did.

Wardo whispered "oh, God" as his body stiffened and he buried his load deep inside me. He pushed into me as far as he could and pulled my body against him as tightly as he could. We were both covered in sweat, my stomach was covered in my own cum, and my ass was full of his.

His breathing slowed, and he relaxed on top of me, still covering me with his sweat and his breath. Neither of us moved or spoke. His dick went limp, and he slipped out of me. Then, he moved off me and the bed, wrapped himself in a towel, and headed out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

While he showered, I tried to decompress and figure out the last eight hours. I was worried a friendship had come undone, yet I could not stop smiling. I was elated. Again, I felt like I had just done a line.

When Wardo got back to the room, I was still sprawled on the bed, my boxers still halfway down my legs. Without saying a word or even looking in my direction, he packed his backpack, and headed toward the door. "Great trip," he said as he left for the airport.

With him gone, I showered, packed my own backpack, and headed to the train station. I needed to get to Madrid in time to meet my girlfriend, Caroline.